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Scene: Netherfield Hall. The eldest Miss Bennet confined to bed due to a cold. Under the care of Bingleys and also her sister Elizabeth. Miss Bingley trying hard to pull Mr. Darcy into a conversation. Charles Bingley trying to defend his handwriting. Mr. Darcy busy writing his correspondence to his sister Miss Darcy. Elizabeth Bennet reading a book. Mr. Hurst napping on the settee. Talk starts on the idea of the perfect woman.
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Darcy: A woman should possess the knowledge of the world, everything under the sun, including languages, science, books, music, housekeeping, social status, class, cooking, and everything. A rational and open creature I want.
Elizabeth: But have you seen such a creature, who possesses all the points you just mentioned?
Darcy: Well, ah, you see...
Elizabeth: You must not have encountered such a woman because such a woman doesn't exist at all.
Darcy: What makes you say that? Don't you have the highest regard for your own sex?
Elizabeth: You are mistaken, Mr. Darcy. I have the highest regard for my sex. That's exactly why I refrain from imposing such unrealistic expectations on myself, women, and anybody in general.
Darcy: ...
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Fine, you win.